Where is the other sock?

It doesn’t matter who you are, where you live or what you do. You do your own laundry, sooner or later you’ll be asking that question. It’s nice to postulate what exactly happens to things when they lost. A misplaced pen or keys, a wallet or purse, or the other half of a pair of sock.

When I was a kid, one possible explanation I concocted was that our washing machine was creating a vortex in time and space, just small enough to suck in a piece of clothing. For whatever reason it was a sock. Sometimes its a pair of unmentionables. Maybe that handkerchief you got during a company Christmas party (although we all know where that thing usually end up being). You have to imagine, since the invention of the washer and dryer, and of the millions upon millions of people using them and losing that one item of clothing, that its certainly probable that it would become this enormous mountain of socks.

So this strip is my answer to my 5-year-old self.